Arthur stepped out of the room, the Red Devil's roar crashing in waves one after another.
Fortunately, he was quite accustomed to the creature's occasional bouts of illness, so he didn't take it to heart.
Leaving the room, Arthur made a beeline for a door at the end of the corridor, Eld's room.
However, before he could make it there to knock, he saw Darwin emerge from the next room, as the Cambridge priest gently tapped on the upstairs washroom door and called out, "Alexander, are you through yet?"
The languid voice of the Great Dumas wafted from inside, "Charles, what's the matter? I reckon it will be a while longer for me."
Darwin said helplessly, "Didn't you say you were good at making friends with the ladies? Eld took it seriously. So, he sent me to ask you if you could, considering he took you to the theatre, not be angry with him anymore and, when you're not busy, perhaps show him how to approach a lady he admires."